Triplets For The Billionaire
His grey eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were soft, warm, and filled with adoration.
"Welcome to paradise, Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice low and smooth.
Belle took his hand, stepping into the aisle. Her cheeks flushed pink, a shy smile playing on her lips. She wore a light, flowing sundress, her hair loose and catching the sunlight. "It’s breathtaking, Draven. I’ve never seen anything this beautiful in my life."
"Beauty is subjective," Draven murmured, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "To me, you are the only thing worth looking at. Everything else is just background."
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